An hour later, in the cold drink shop in the school dining area.
Sherrel, whose hair was a little messy and her face was swollen, was sitting on a chair and eating ice cream. Opposite her, the tall and strong boys, with bruised noses and swollen faces, stood in a row like the angry little wives.
As for Kane, who was beaten like a pig's head, he limped over and carefully placed the cold drink in his hand on the table: "Sister, please use it slowly."
Sherrel snorted with satisfaction and said disdainfully: "A group of gentlemen still play rugby, but they can't even fight. Why are they pretending to be in front of us girls?"
The boys looked at each other and smiled sadly.
It's not that they can't fight, it's that their opponents are too strong.
After all, Sherrel was also trained by Tina. Although she is nothing compared to perverts like Sherron, she is still able to deal with these little ruffians.
What's more, boys like Kane are not the kind of bad guys who like school bullying. It's just that they saw Sherrel's beauty and she was alone. Driven by male hormones, they dared to step forward and do something.
But I didn't expect to encounter a hard problem.
They were beaten until they knelt down and called mom, and they were spared only when they recognized Sherrel as their eldest sister.
But it can be regarded as acquaintance without fighting. After the last question, several of the boys actually lived in the same neighborhood as Sherrel. Among them, Kane, who was beaten the hardest, lived on the same street as Sherrel.
Sherrel tapped her fingers on the table, and the boys dared to sit down in a polite manner. They all had their heads lowered and drank cold drinks. No one dared to speak, let alone look up at Sherrel.
Sherrel looked at Kane aside and frowned: "Your home is a few hundred meters away from mine, but why have I never seen you?"
Kane moved to the side with some fear, trying to distance himself from Sherrel, covering his livid cheeks, and said with a wry smile: "Yeah, I'm confused too. If I had known that you... were so powerful, I should have It’s very impressive.”
Sherrel puffed up her cheeks and said doubtfully: "So, the children in our community don't seem to know each other very well."
Kane was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "It seems to be true. My parents have not allowed me to go out since I was a child. All of my good friends are friends in school, and none of them are neighbors."
The other boys looked at each other, and the boys who lived in the same neighborhood as Sherrel and Kane also nodded in unison.
"It's weird." Sherrel said thoughtfully, "It seems that people in our family have not encouraged our peers in our community to play together since childhood."
"By the way, has anything strange happened to you recently?"
A black boy raised his hand weakly.
"This isn't a class, why are you raising your hands?" Sherrel said angrily, "Just say what you have to say, what's weird?"
The little black guy was startled and stammered: "I've been having nightmares lately."
"ha… "
The other boys couldn't help but laugh. The boy sitting next to the black boy patted him on the shoulder, shook his head and said with a smile: "Carson, you're not afraid of nightmares, are you?"
The black boy named Carson quickly defended: "Of course not, but the nightmares I have these days are the same. In the endless darkness, something seems to be chasing me from behind, and it is getting closer..."
Sherrel's expression changed instantly. Before she could speak, Kane said urgently: "You also have nightmares like this? Damn it, Carson, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Everyone looked at him at the same time. Kane frowned and said, "I...I have had nightmares like this recently."
Sherrel sighed: "Me too."
"Then...me too."
"Metup!"
Gradually, other boys also raised their hands. Sherrel soon discovered that the people who had the same nightmare were all living in the same community as herself.
A strange atmosphere filled the air around everyone. Sherrel and the others looked at each other in confusion. Everyone could feel that something was weird about this. It doesn’t matter if two people have nightmares alone, but it’s a bit scary if so many people have them and have the same nightmare.
"Haha, coincidence, it must be a coincidence."
Kane shook his head vigorously.
Sherrel bit her lip, thought for a long time, and said hesitantly: "By the way, have you noticed that there is no church in our community."
The other boys nodded, and one of them said: "My parents are devout believers, and they drive to the cathedral in the city center to worship every weekend. I once asked them why the community doesn't build a church, but their answer was actually … Because there’s no money.”
The boy had a strange expression.
Yes, all the elites who can live in that high-end community are elites, but they actually have no money to build a church
It's just a joke.
For a moment, the idea came to the minds of these college students that the adults in the community were hiding something from them again.
As for Sherrel, she thought more deeply. After all, she had experienced the Miami incident and gained some knowledge. She thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "Okay, let's leave each other's contact information, and then each find a way to find out information about our community. For example, the construction time of the community, planning drawings, whether anything strange happened during the period, etc. If so. If you find out, let’s call each other to inform each other, okay?”
After leaving the cold drink shop and attending two more classes, Sherrel returned to her dormitory.
In the United States, student dormitories at institutions of higher learning are basically like apartments. Not only does one person have a single room, but those with money can even rent out an entire room and hire a nanny to cook, wash, and clean for themselves.
Although Sherrel is not that ostentatious, the room she lives in is not small. It has a TV, network, air conditioner and refrigerator. Even the bed was specially bought and delivered by Hollister.
Sherrel sat at the computer desk, her fingers dancing on the keyboard, and typed "Washington 27, an upscale community" in the search bar. The first thing that came out was an introduction to the community where he lived, as well as some advertisements for sale or rental. Other than that, there was no other information.
Sherrel thought for a while and then entered "Essenmu Street", which was the street where he lived.
However, this time the search results were even weirder. There was nothing except a map.
Sherrel tapped her fingers on the table for a long time, searching again for "churches built in Washington so far." This search turned up a lot of information, and Sherrel looked at it one by one. At the end, her eyes were dazzled, and she didn’t see the church in her own community.
Is it true that no church has ever been built in my community
Sherrel rubbed her brows tiredly and glanced at the time on the computer. Unknowingly, it was almost midnight.
Forget it, let's continue the investigation tomorrow.
Sherrel closed the computer, yawned, stood up, stretched, and lazily walked to the bathroom, preparing to wash up and go to bed. However, she opened the bathroom door and suddenly realized that she was standing in the endless darkness.
But this time, there were other things falling in the air, and they fell on the face as cold as snow.
A low roar sounded from behind.
Sherrel looked back suddenly. Even though it was pitch dark, she could still eerily see a slender figure standing not far away and smiling at her.
That smile is so terrifying!